This is a song about "Left"

His ego left bloated

Rack, rack city shit

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Hold up yea we the best

Take away what ever's left

Friend after friend left me

Bitch, they call it motor city

My wrist is all red from the cutter

Your father left you for another

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Hold my tears i tried my best

With the rest who are left

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

And i'm left for the corrections,